So, I went to training camp last week. It was UNREAL. I really don't know how to describe what happened but my mind is stuck on the training room. There's so much beauty in location and that training room was the home of a lot of heart work. So I wrote a poem this morning in attempt to express my thoughts about this training room. You'll find the words and a video of its delivery within this post. I hope I do it justice. Thank you to everyone who has supported me in prayer and financially. You guys are the hands of God. Love you all!

TRAINING ROOM

There’s this room…the training room

where worship is its culture

where lifted hands and open hearts offer praise without the mind’s permission.

It is a place where I came face to face with ABBA

and my pride diminished into a dust until humility was the only thing left.

I walked in with walls and left as Jericho,

wrecked and exposed.

In this room

I was conditioned to reverence

learned that this reverence was the beginning of my wisdom

that this space was designed for honor

designed awe

created for adoration of a king who is worthy of it all.

I saw God in this room

in His splendor

In His wonder.

I allowed my voice to rise, to exhort

a God who isn't my last but my only resort.

I was trained in this room, trained in kingdom principle

taught to hear the voice of God like a child answering her Father’s beckoning

taught that condemnation and conviction cannot live in the same home

that one produces shame

the other produces hope

and this hope is the very foundation of the change that I seek.

This room reminded me that God is close

that God is near

closer than my next breath

closer than the next heart beat that keeps me alive.

See this God kept me... alive.

When I felt like I was being tossed by every wind,

falling endlessly into cycles that I was drowning in.

This room helped me find my footing

helped me find my fitting.

It quieted my panic into a calm like the rainbow after a storm.

This room put thunder in my bones

put fire in my voice

breathed life into this pen

see training room became sanctuary where I found intimacy again.

This room... this room caused my pen to bleed

caused my pen to bleed worship

to bleed raw truth 

and now I'm in desperate pursuit to make every room I'm in my training room.

See this poetry has taken me a lot of places

but out of all of the stages

this room is my favorite.

A room of worship

a room of exposure 

a room of love

a room of... training.